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But what was his
body now? Just a plinth for that singular monument, his p***k. Head was
nothing; mind was nothing. His arms were simply made to bring love close,
his legs to carry the demanding r*d any place where it might find
satisfaction. He pictured himself as a walking e******n, the world gaping on
every side. Flesh, brick, steel, he didn't care-he would r****h it all.

Ayo lock this man up